[ He stops, despite himself, halting where he stood, one fist balled up at his spine and the other gripping his fathers sword tight enough to turn his knuckles white. He wants to flee. He wants to go, wants to find some kind of comfort somewhere even if he knows it won't be enough. He should just keep walking. He's heir to Lanling, half heir to Yunmeng - Hanguang-jun even in all his decorated glory shouldn't be able to command him.
And yet he halts.
He doesn't turn around, he keeps his back to Wangji, but he turns his head sharply so that he's looking back over his shoulder. ]
What? [ Rough. ]
You've made your point.
[ Death threats, again, but at least this one expected. ]
I'm not going to hurt him. Is that what you want me to say?
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And yet he halts.
He doesn't turn around, he keeps his back to Wangji, but he turns his head sharply so that he's looking back over his shoulder. ]
What? [ Rough. ]
You've made your point.
[ Death threats, again, but at least this one expected. ]
I'm not going to hurt him. Is that what you want me to say?